Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.